Peter Jensen - A husband_s hobby

"This is purely therapeutic, my dear," he grinned. "I can see you're tense, and I don't want any tense teachers in my summer camp."

At this, Natalie had to smile outright, and as she sipped the drink a little faster than she was used to, she began to feel noticeably more relaxed. Slowly, Stuart's insinuations and provocations didn't seem so odious anymore, and eventually, Natalie found herself laughing with him as she let herself admit what a charming man he really was.

No wonder Mark liked him so much in college, she thought. He does have that sort of personal magnetism…

She let herself lean carelessly against the huge desk just the way Stuart had been leaning a few moments ago. But this time, the Camp Director stood in front of her frankly appraising her with his eyes. She didn't flinch when he moved closer – the room was too small for him to be very far away anyway – but she did jerk abruptly when she felt his fingers at her waistline.

"Oh…! St… Stuart!" she exclaimed weakly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry at his renewed advances. Just when she was beginning to enjoy his company, she didn't want to be reminded of the unpleasant first half of her visit.

"Relax, Natalie," he chided. "I wouldn't hurt one of my own employees, would I?" He slipped his fingers inside the waistband of her short-shorts, and ran them along the silky smooth flesh of her tiny, girlish waist. "I just think we should get to know each other…"

The voluptuous brunette had heard that line a hundred times before, but for some reason, it didn't seem so obviously insincere from Stuart Brooks as it always had before. Natalie shook her head as if she was dreaming, but she couldn't shake off her strange feeling.

With a start, she realized that she must be being affected by the alcohol, even though the drink had been small and not too strong.

She looked down fearfully as her husband's friend loosened the front zipper of her shorts. "My God, Stuart… really!" she protested, steadying herself with her hands against the edge of the desk. She tried to clamp her thighs together to stop the Camp Director from sliding her short-shorts all the way down the satiny length of her legs, but it nearly made her lose her balance. "N… Now, stop it… this instant!" she commanded, almost as if she was talking to herself.

The older man seemed amused by her protests. "Hell, baby, I hired you as a teacher, not a prudish little teenager. Where's your adult maturity?" he queried mockingly. The green shorts were descending slowly down Natalie's smooth legs, tugged gently by the man's anxious fingers. "Aaaah, that's better," Stuart said with satisfaction as he lifted the brunette's feet to remove the camp shorts. He gazed lewdly at her thin nylon-covered pubic mound, shadowed darkly through her panties.

Natalie gasped when she felt her last flimsy protection disappearing too, and her flesh tingled when she felt the air washing over her private, forbidden genitals. "Ooooooh," she moaned helplessly. "Oooooh, God…"

She shut her eyes tightly as she felt the Camp Director's palms slowly pushing her thighs apart, sliding his hands softly over their inner flesh. She jerked involuntarily as they roamed inexorably upward, moving butterfly-like across the sensitive white flesh. She could feel his breath coming in short hard gasps as his fingers made light, subtle contact with her fleshy, hair-lined cunt-lips. Natalie groaned helplessly as his fingers teased over them, pushing the soft outer flanges into the thin quivering slit of her vagina. He played gently, his probing digits pulling teasingly at her darkly curling pubic wisps.

Not again… God, not again! the half-naked woman thought frantically. I can't give in again… Lord, Natalie, get hold of yourself! You don't have to let him go that far… Oh, God, make it stop! It's torturing me.

His index finger slipped suddenly between the outer lips and flicked teasingly at the moist red opening beneath, bringing another groan from her lips. She had never felt so humiliated in her life as she felt now, but at the same time, she didn't know what to do! Refuse him? And risk not only her job, but the chance to straighten out her marriage as well… Let him go on? Heavens! How could giving in to another man ever help her problems with Mark? It just isn't fair!

Frightened, confused tears began to well up under the brown-eyed woman's lids, and she worked her mouth desperately to keep them from falling. She struggled to stand upright, determined to stop the lewd outrages that her husband's old friend was planning for her, but when she looked down at his obscenely grinning face, she slumped back against the desk.

There was no escape. Somehow, against her will, she had let herself get led into this. Who knows, maybe she had even invited it, by some unconscious action on her part. This afternoon in the staff cabin, she had certainly caused the young camper to become aroused. God, maybe she'd done the same thing to Stuart Brooks! Maybe her marital frustration was so obvious in her expression that she was really inviting these outrageous advances! But I love my husband, don't want these other men to… to use my body.

She shut her eyes as his hands pushed the hem of her blouse up to expose the whole area of her soft, down-covered crotch. Then she felt him unbuttoning the front of her shirt and sighing in obscene appreciation as the large firm spheres of her breasts came into his view, under the thin, sheer lace of her brassiere. She tried not to cringe from his touch as her mind whirled crazily in confusion.

Oh, he can't… he simply can't she was saying mentally. I've got to make him stop, without jeopardizing my job… God, I've just got to stop this… this adultery.

"Oh, Christ, baby," Stuart was breathing, "you sure are fucking beautiful." His hotly working fingers were reaching behind Natalie's back now, searching for the tiny clasp that held her bra. The young teacher's flesh seemed to melt to butter under his hot caress, as she sank back against the desk in hopeless submission. She sighed audibly as the confining elastic of her lace brassiere was suddenly released, and her huge breasts swung free of their prison. "Jesus Christ! You've got the biggest tits this side of the Rockies, Natalie… even bigger than old Lollie's!" He stood back appraisingly to admire them. "Yes, sir, old Jenkins sure got himself a fox. Tits like that'll poke your fucking eyes out!"

The black-haired nature guide's wife winced at the Camp Director's crude observations, and once more she made a valiant effort to put an end to this salaciousness. "Yes, Stuart," she croaked fearfully. "thank you for… for the com-compliment… Now, I'd bet-t-ter get my clothes on and… and…" She pushed against the desk top to try to stand up, but the muscular man's reactions were too swift. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pressed her whole body back on to the desk, so that her naked upper body was now reclining backwards and her long legs were dangling helplessly over the edge.

Her quivering, curl-covered pubic mound was perched just at the corner of the desk top, and below it, Stuart could see the delicate coralline flesh of the teacher's trembling pussy.

He pressed her firm, ivory thighs apart with his hot, moist hands, spreading the tender cuntal flanges so he could actually see the smooth inner flesh of her vagina. Natalie had never before felt so exposed in all her life, and she began to feel nauseous as the older man continued to pet and fondle her soft, yielding flesh. The tears that had collected under her eyelids now trickled out the corners of her eyes to run silently down the sides of her temples and drop into the billowing mass of her black curls.

She fully expected that the Camp Director was going to pull off his clothes and attack her, without further hesitation or preliminaries. She wondered briefly what time it was, or if there was any chance that the dinner bell might sound and save her from further degradation, but her imagination was soon overcome by Stuart's voice, sounding deeper and more menacing than before.